Why
Not here right now
The winters cold
And the summer breeze
The invisible
Sights
Bursting at the seams
From the heights of Chicago
To the depth of Lake Michigan
To start again
So my letter reads
That love will win
In the dire hour
Of what can be
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A Cup of Songwriting 
I think you mean “seams”, seemingly? If you want to edit it, you can delete this message. Just trying to help. If not, I enjoyed the poem. Take care!